Sweet Revenge

Chapter 530 I Quit!

Noticing that the iron gate, which was tightly closed, had opened, Bridger thought, does this mean… I am allowed to get in now?

But then, Bridger hesitated. Paisley decided to let him in after he cursed that crazily. Could it be a trap? Was Paisley trying to do something to him within the house?

At the thought of this, Bridger felt slightly scared. But he didn’t show it. Instead, he sneered at the surveillance camera, “What? You’re expecting me to just get in there now? No way! I won’t get in now! Why should I do as you wish? You know what? Paisley. I’ve had enough of it! I respect you and love you because you are Ms. Drew. But that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want to me. You do know that I come from the Palmer family, right? You have gone too far recently! I quit now!”

With that, he turned around and left.

Noticing that Bridger was walking toward his car, Anderson lowered his head slightly. “Ms. Drew, should I go catch him?”

Paisley curled the corners of her lips a bit. Anderson took the hint and went out right off.

In its wake, a motorcycle rumbled as it started up and then flew out like an arrow.

Meanwhile, Bridger had made up his mind to leave now.

That was because Bridger assumed that Paisley must be up to something by letting him in after him cursing for so long. Also, Paisley made things difficult for him every time, which Bridger.

couldn’t stand any longer.

Bridger thought, didn’t she ask me to go in? Well, I won’t! The fact is, I’m leaving now. I wonder how she is gonna proceed with whatever she has in mind now.

And after me being gone for a long time, she will for sure take the initiative to look for me. That

I’ll no longer have to humble myself.

way,

dusted off his clothes and walked toward his car, which was parked somewhere slightly distant. However, after just a few steps, he heard a whoosh behind

around, only to see a fast figure speeding toward

his gut that something was wrong, despite not

to get to his car, with his hand nearly touching the door,

around his waist.

tied to his waist. And then the

by it and thus fell heavily

out a mouthful of dirt, he turned around, wanting to untie the rope. But the person on the

of me! Who are you? Bastard!

his might, which was just a

to the rope, which was linked to the motorcycle, he had no choice but

along the rough ground harshly, Bridger, in pain, soon lost the

so as not to actually hurt Bridger. That being said, by the time they arrived at the gate, Bridger was already too tortured to say

Paisley was standing on the steps, looking at him. With his high-fashion suit worn and tattered, Bridger

who you were. Aren’t you the famous Mr. Palmer? What? Why aren’t you cursing now?” With the corners of her lips curving, Paisley was in a much

emerge from scolding me unscathed. After scolding me that

all over, thought, I am afraid that I have scraped all my skin now. I wonder if there are any fractures.

I have been doted upon ever since I was a kid, although I am not my father’s favorite and fail to get

that all these years, Simon has made me suffer a bit by taking away everything that is supposed to be mine. But, as my senior, Simon had

people drag me on the ground as if I was just

at her. Her sarcastic manner suggests that she doesn’t

who accepted my proposal

were not broken.